Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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ROMEO AND JULIET Juliet ; your eyes are like stars, your hair is like fine spun gold, and your lips like a dew-tipped rosebud. Will you be mine? Romeo, my romantic balcony climber, you have the build of an Adonis and the appearance of a Robert Taylor. Climb up and see me, and I will give you my answer true. But Juliet, my dove, there is no ladder. It matters not, Romeo, if you love me truly you will be walking on air. Right-ho, Juliet, here I come ! ! ! CRASH ! ! ! SILENCE. Romeo ! Romeo ! Wherefore art thou ? Speak to me my lover, are you dead ? Answer me. Here I am, Juliet, but methinks I do not love you truly. Please, why can you not be the first to invent a parachute out of your umbrella and float down to me like a whispry, summer cloud. Ah, my Einstein Romeo, what a brain ! JANE MORGAN, Form V S. THE HUMMING-BIRD It was tiny and dainty, of wonderful hue, It darted so quickly and flashed in the sun. Working so hard till its day ' s work was done. I watched it poised and then in flight, I never shall forget the sight. NANCY-BELLE MANN, Form I A. THE STORM Calm lake, still trees and humming bees, A rumble of thunder, a darkening sky, A tiny ripple, then rising seas, A flash of lightning, the tall trees sigh. The storm is sweeping across the bay, The thunder roars but doesn ' t stay. At last there is quiet and peace once more And in the blue sky the seagulls soar. NANCY-BELLE MANN, Form I A. 27

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26 The Branksome Slogan Diary of a Branksome Girl Sunday — Church at St. and the first short sermon in weeks. — Family ' phoned coming down next Saturday. Hurrah! Monday — No less than four tests and I am sure that Trigonometry test netted me an even zero. Who cares what tan 2A equals? Had a fine game of tennis — two sets, but lost my last ball — another fifty cents out of my allowance. Tuesday — Missed the bell this morning — one mark — gym. class this afternoon and I am stiff from the top of my head to my heels. — Went swimming at night and did ten lengths, nearly bursting my lungs. — Had to rip out the last four inches of my sweater. I guess knitting isn ' t my long suit. Wednesday — Sherbourne Street and then tennis — rushing to get dressed for visitors but no one came. Am I popular? Thursday — Yonge Street today and my last nickel gone. It is a good thing the family are coming down on Saturday — studied for that Geom. test for five hours — my brain is reeling — I see triangles and circles everywhere I look. Friday — Funny I couldn ' t see any of those triangles or circles when I tried to put them down on the paper today. — Forgot my interior decoration homework and so I have an hour Saturday morning. — Got a mark for leaving my running shoes on the bed. — My prospects for Saturday look a little strained — and the family coming down, too. Saturday — At last it came — but I had an hour — it rained and the family didn ' t get here until noon ; but what matter, it was absolutely tops, the whole day. And so to bed. EDITH WILSON, Form V S.

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Father Antoine The captain had told me that we should dock in a few moments and I, determined not to miss anything interesting, had come up on deck to watch the proceeding. I was standing at the rail watching, for almost the last time, the vast stretch of water which extended before me, when I noticed, standing nearby, a young priest who had crossed with us. All of us had considered him a rather strange young man for, although he would answer politely when addressed, he would make no friendly gestures towards his fellow passengers but, instead, would hold himself aloof from our company. Something pathetic about his appearance as he stood there drew my eyes to him. He held himself erect and steadfast, but his lean, tanned hands gripped the iron rail tightly as if for support. The pitiless sun revealed deep furrows on his brow and etched tired lines beneath his eyes. It was as though his youth and happiness were obscured by a veil of sadness. I was strangely touched by the sight of him, and moving quietly until I was beside him I said, softly, in order not to startle him : You are going home? Going home , he repeated, rather bewildered for a moment. Yes, I am. I am going home. I suppose that helps, doesn ' t it? 28